𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲-𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬 | 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲 ✔

🌻 | 𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚢-𝚝𝚠𝚘

i.

I breathe the same air as you,

and yet it fills my lungs differently.

ii.

I know how to conserve every breath as I am drowned by the thrashing waves;

you gulp in the salty sea,

cursing god for his blasphemy.

iii.

You've never been underwater.

I've been drowned before.

iv.

I hope you know that it is not your fault that you were born into a world more privileged,

more welcoming than me, my dear.

Someone like you was surely a prophet in the past.

v.

Do not think you are above the crashing waves.

I have been beaten and bruised by men of your influence,

who have expectations higher than I could ever climb.

vi.

You were like that too,

once.

Don't you remember? 

Narwhallies